An Unkindness of Ravens

More than one crow is a murder. I don't know what the hell you're talking about. A parliament of owls, an exaltation of larks... a murder of crows. I think that is why people think you're weird, right there

[snowbairdd]

BONRAD + The Man Who Can’t Be Moved by The Script

[daniellecamp]

KATIE STEVENS 'Providence Falls' Press Junket (2025)

[firstprinced]

tsitp 3.11

[theunkindnessofrxvens]

@stoplightsandravens

[teammarkhelly]

3.05 belly and conrad; the summer i turned pretty

[firstprinced]

isabel's ny look ☆.・

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#100% His Look

[khloberry]

This is 100% your look, Connie Baby

[winteroroctober]

I NEVER FELT MORE A L I V E

[thatonekimgirl]

Conrad being into Belly's hair, a series.

[davidcorensweet]

“What just happened? What did I almost do?”

[louisandthedagger]

❤️

[etoilesdeglace]

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY 3.05 It's cold. Get in. You good? Yeah.

[victoria-pedretti]

Emily Alyn Lind as Cadence Sinclair Eastman WE WERE LIARS Season 01 — 2025

[ohsexyhalder]

MY OXFORD YEAR, 2025 SOFIA CARSON and COREY MYLCHREEST as Anna and Jamie

[drexmwomxn]

[stoplightsandravens]

❝ 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚁 ❞ 𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙽

❝ 𝙱𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙾 𝚂𝚀𝚄𝙰𝚁𝙴 ❞ 𝙸 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝚆𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙰𝚃 𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁

@theunkindnessofrxvens

The word despondent seemed too tame to describe the sinking sensation that was building in her gut as the minutes ticked by. With each flutter of her eyelashes, Barbara could still make out a vague outline of the hexagonal pattern that adorned the intimately placed tabletop she'd been staring at for the past hour and a half; yet, this was an improvement over the pitying looks that beheld her. She could only hope the dim lighting hid the glow of embarrassment tinting her cheeks. The air was dense with the rich aroma of seafood-infused dishes being served, and Babs struggled to suppress her gag reflex as it enveloped her senses. She had never been fond of seafood, but she knew how much Stuart adored the establishment's paella, and catering to her boyfriend's every whim had become second nature.

Another tap on her phone screen reinforced that her loving stream of messages were still unanswered.

Still, she attempted to keep her spirits up, her lips twisting into a strained smile as the waiter approached once more. A plate was placed on the table before her, drawing her gaze with an equal amount of interest and bewilderment; a beautifully arranged hill of pasta, lightly sauced with a touch less parsley than usual, accompanied by two large meatballs, each sliced in half. Precisely to her liking, yet she hadn't placed the order. "I'm so sorry, I didn't order this…"

[theunkindnessofrxvens]

You never know what you had until it's gone or until you fuck it up. The notion often plagued his overloaded mind whenever he allowed himself to dwell on how he fumbled the bag. Barbara Owens swept into his life like a falling star. With the same blinding ferocity and wonder that burned holes into his retina and marked him for life. What he didn't know then was how hard it would be to to quit the wantoning needs to behold her in all of her forms. A foolish college student who shied away from the deep connection that tethered them together. Had Griffin knew how lonely it would be watching her love being abused from the sidelines, he would have claim her love for his own when she offered it to him. Now, he chased her light like some specter in search for a the comforts of eternal damnation burning to a crisp. His scowl deepened at the slow rolling reports that ebbed in from his assistant. The restaurant seemed to grow more empty as the clock ticked closer to midnight. He couldn't bare to restrain himself for a moment longer before abandoning the chilled tumbler of whiskey on his desk to order his driver to bring him to her.

Drawing through the well dressed entrance, Griffin tipped his head towards the maître d'hôtel who quickly ushered him towards the blonde angel who traipsed through his every thought. A smile drew upon his lips at the billowing steam of her foodie weakness; Barbara loved her comfort staple in any form. Even the putrid imitation that came in a can. "...I did," he offered with such softness. Griffin opened the lower button on his suit jacket before sliding into the seat opposite her. "Can we get her another glass and bring out the wine I suggested. I'll take a whiskey neat." Griffin turned his gaze back to her. "You look beautiful, cheeks. Eat up, it'll get cold."

[somedayistodayoth]

"Davey is mom home?" The question echoed around the empty foyer as Jude closed the door behind him. Fuck, it's cold, he thought untying his scarf. He was careful not to hurt his injured hand. The one currently bandaged so tightly it was short of cutting off circulation to the rest of his body. The wound hurt like hell but Thuy had blown on it so he figured the pain would take its time to disappear after. "And before you try to ignore me I saw your car in the driveway," Pushing out of his boots and shrugging out of his wool winter coat, he continued to the den where he was sure Davey waited. The sound of the television greeted him and so did the hard yelp of his twin's shout. "Did you hear me?" he grit out not at all concerned with what Davis was currently doing.

@theunkindnessofrxvens

[theunkindnessofrxvens]

Goddamn sticky, prickly needles of death.. the list of profanity that rolled through his mind while he attempted to trim the branches of his mother's tree. Davis promised to help her decorate because this Christmas was going to be bigger than the last five; the entire Davis/Scott/Evans line would be coming over for dinner. Haley and Nathan Scott usually hosted but his mother felt inclined to fill up her week's schedule to "blow" their socks off. Davis nearly talked her out of purchasing this behemoth of a Norway Spruce but she refused; their old Christmas tree didn't pack the "Hallmark" meets "Snowy Chalet" vibe. Jude's voice cut through the Bing Crosby's iconic revelation but Davis elected to ignore him. "Did you see hers?" Davis peeked back at his twin with a cheeky grin through the throng of branches that hid him. "Can you give me a hand?"